I DON'T WORRY,
WORRYING DON'T AGREE
THINGS THAT BOTHER YOU, NEVER BOTHER ME!

ooc: bab is also allowed to join this thread with dayflower! other than that only frost/tyr may post here.

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!
This entire thread is going to be riddled with potential triggers. There will be a character death, but before then there will be memories of abuse, of killing a child, an attempt to kill a child, and violence. There is vague mentions of non-consensual breeding as well. Please, please do not read this thread if you feel you are sensitive to any of these topics!

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The birth was easy, though the morning was already unreasonably warm and humid within the depths of the jungle where she’d bedded down. The creamy filly was a tiny thing, which made Talya giggle with delight. She was like Dayflower, but different. When she was able to get up on her new legs, Talya noticed she was a little stockier. These differences were only briefly noted, as Talya was more focused on getting to know the little babe and having fun thinking up names.

Eventually she had two she couldn’t decide between, so she decided to just mash them together. “Theobroma,” Talya said as the little girl butted her boxy head underneath Talya’s sore belly and latched onto a nipple. Briefly Talya grimaced with discomfort, still tender and weak from birthing the little girl, but she didn’t kick or swerve herself away. By now she’d given birth enough times that it was no longer a confusing experience.

Too, Kestrel’s birth had been the worst she’d had yet, and every one since had been easy.

“‘Cause that means I can call you Theo or Broma,” Talya continued yapping, even knowing the little still-damp baby at her side couldn’t understand a thing she said. Sometimes Talya thought it was kind of funny to say nonsense sentences at foals when they didn’t quite understand the scope of language yet. She liked to see how they tried to answer or react based on her tone. It was such a fun little game, she couldn’t wait to play it with Broma!

“I bet your brother is waiting for me to call him over,” she pointed out as the filly pulled her head away and flicked her tail, moving a few awkward, unsteady steps before falling somewhat into Talya, who stayed still and acted as a supportive wall. Theobroma shakingly got her legs under her without collapsing to the ground and managed to push off Talya’s side, standing once more. Talya smiled proudly at her and then lifted her chin to call out but, right before the whinny even gathered in her chest, it froze. Her blue eyes widened with horror as she looked at the figure standing just a few yards in front of her.

I’m tired of worrying about you. I’m tired of caring about you. I’m tired of thinking about you. I just…

It was his voice, tired, that crawled across her memory. But he was completely still within the shadowed jungle, his lips had never moved.

I wish you’d never been born, Talya.

Her legs shook and tears filled her eyes immediately. It hurt just as badly as it had the day he’d said it. Talya didn’t understand - she’d forgotten those memories! She’d forgotten him. At her side, her daughter could sense there was something her mother was growing increasingly frightened of, but she didn’t understand what. Her vision was still too bleary, senses too overwhelmed to be able to see the other horse lurking a few yards away. She stumbled somewhat to tuck her tiny body up against her mother’s haunches, feeling safer as she did.